Green is the Color || Ominis x OC || Hogwarts Legacy

Of Whispers

The hospital had clean white walls. Clean, shiny tiles. Healers, dressed in Green. Saint Mungo's was a spick-and-span place, spotless in every inch.

Sebastian didn't like it here.

He didn't like it here, because he could remember the desperation, the helplessness of trying to find Anne a cure, of eventually just trying to find her relief. He didn't like it here, because it was where he and Anne had come searching for hope.

Where they found none.

And now he was here again, here in these too-clean halls with their too-perfect Healers. Ominis would have loved to work here. It would have suited him so well.

If he would just wake up.

Sebastian and Allegra sat numbly in front of a Healer's desk. Garreth was long gone, bidding them uneasy goodbyes when they arrived. It should be the two of you with him, he'd said, waving before he Apparated home.

The Healer was a gentle-looking woman, portly and red-cheeked, with a pair of spectacles resting on her nose. Ominis was laying on a bed, eyes shut and breathing deeply.

This was a familiar scene. Sebastian bit his lip and braced himself for the news. Beside him, Allegra's eyes were full of worry, but they also shone with hope. He almost wanted to tell her not to bother. When you were in St. Mungo's, you had to prepare for the worst.

"He's stable now," the Healer began, writing in neat letters across a scroll of parchment. "We were able to soothe much of the physical pain. However..."

There it was, that word. Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut. Beside him, Allegra leaned forward, too hopeful, too believing.

"...you said you were gone for around six to eight hours, yes?" The Healer's voice was soft and regretful. "I'm afraid that enduring the Cruciatus curse for such a long span of time did not leave his mind undamaged."

"But..." Allegra spoke up. "...but he'll be alright, won't he?"

"With time, perhaps," the Healer said kindly. "He will need to stay here for a few days so we can determine the extent of his psychological damage. From there, we can map out a treatment plan and make arrangements for therapy."

The ache in Allegra's voice brought a painful twist to Sebastian's chest. "Therapy? There's—there's nothing else you can do?"

The Healer leaned forward and took Allegra's hand in hers. "I'm sorry, love. Dark Magic is an unstable, unpredictable thing. We can only hope. Now..." she rose, gesturing for the two of them to do the same. Allegra flinched from her touch when the Healer tried to lay a hand on her shoulder. Sebastian took over instead, bracing an arm around the girl beside him. "...you both need rest, yourselves. You may come back tomorrow morning at six. We'll try to have more news for you then."

Allegra had stopped speaking. Her gaze was on the floor. Sebastian turned to give the Healer a grateful smile, shaking her weathered hand.

"Thank you," he said softly. The Healer smiled, retreating into the room and drawing the doors shut.

Allegra was twisting her hands in her hair, lip wobbling. Sebastian sighed and lay gentle hands on her shoulders. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to give her the standard speech, tell her it would be better?
He couldn't. Sebastian didn't want to give her words he didn't believe in.

"We should've..." her voice was small, cracking with every breath. "If we were just..."

"Don't think like that," he said softly. "We did the best we could."